Title -Cel-

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Seth was practicing with his Ice Angel form, trying to perfect it, and shot Ice Shards everywhere from his armor, making people duck, and yell at him. Seth just turned a shade of red, and went back to practicing.

Seth felt the cuts like a Razor Blade cutting across his skin, and he nearly made a noise, but stopped it in its tracks, "Interesting." He stopped with his barrage, of Bullets, and jumped, covering himself with his wings, and going into an ice Shell, Frozen Solid.

*Celest blinks, trying to decide whether or not to crack that shell. Finally deciding to wait, she stands there impatiently, tapping her foot and waiting for him to emerge*
I don't like sparring for this long...

Seth was actually healing himself on a higher degree that he had before, coming out, he looked like he did at the beginning. he said, "So, where were we?" And hearing her comment, he said, "Then you haven't met anyone as good as you. Or that poses much of a threat to you." He Chuckled, getting his blades out, he ran at her again, having a plan in mind.

Nah, I just get bored easily. It's too much fighting in my lifetime, you have to understand.
*Celest stands there, letting him approach, wondering what he plans*

Seth stopped in his tracks, "Damnit... You ruined it..." He finally got tired of it, and hit the Floor, making the panel she stood on fly upward, and he sent Ice Disks at her in the same instant.

*She blinks, confused*
Ruined what?
*She fans open her wings to remain in the air and dodges the ice disks by flying swiftly to the right*
I hate these wings in a fight. They're like big, black "Come and get me" signs. Totally vulnerable and weak.
Of course, the white feather wings were worse. Bet he's never tried having each feather ripped off of his wings on at a time.

Seth sighed, and said, "We are both as good as the other, it seems..."

*Celest shrugs*
We've both held back. Pray that we'll never have to go full out with eachother, I guess...
*She folds her wings, dropping like a stone down to the floor and landing perfectly. She bows at him, before rising*
Nice battle~
*She looks around the room, slightly saddened to find no trace of their battle*
La, the room's cleaned up nicely. It's been a while since I've enjoyed a fight that much, Mister Seth. So I thank you for that.

Seth chuckled, "Like I said, you need more challenging opponents, I am but one Seraph, I am thinking you know how many there are better than I do, but, they are not here, I am... Anyway, "he bowed back, flourishing his hat off, and putting it back on in one movement, "It was nice fighting you as well."

I try not to pick fights. There are far too many necessary fights to be picking unwanted ones...Too much fighting in general...
*She shrugs*
You're young, but with lots of power. Don't abuse that power or you'll be finding that all power has a price and that your power will come back to bite you in the ass.

Seth chuckled, "Trust me, I know..." He said with a sigh. He looked around, and using Icicles, he made a picture of their Battle, Making it even, and the icicles were all different colors, and the Icicles stuck, "Nice Mural?"

*Celest chuckles at the image*
Very nice...
*She compresses the ice, immortalizing the mural forever*
You know battle or you do you know youth?

Seth shrugged, and said, "Explain it better, and maybe I'll know what your talking about."

*She smiles mysteriously*
Never mind that then.
*Celest giggles and quotes again*
"I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,
Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,
But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet
Wherewith the seasonable month endows..."

Seth's eyes seemed to sadden, "If you mean them literally... I know both, I am young, yet I know battle, and that to win a battle, you need to looks past all barriers... and push yourself further." He said with a sigh.

To win battle, you have to grow up inside. There's no such thing as the right thing. There's only surviving to live another day, or death. Mercy is a burden. To win, you have to slash away your enemies with cold resolve. That's all there is to battle. It's not wonderful, or glorious, like how every single army in history has depicted it. It's messy, dark business...All it gives you is a black hole for a heart...
*She smiles bitterly*

Seth smiled, and said, "And from that I know you still care. You care more for your friends than you let on. And I know you consider some people your friends." He sighed, and said, "No matter who you are, you consider at least one person your friend."

Friends?
*She tilts her head to look at him strangely.*
I don't make friends. There are people I'm responsible for and people I need to kill. That's all. I used to have special people...
Key this is used to
Oh la, it took you long enough to be rid of them
We don't get why you were so attached to them
They were important....You two wouldn't get it

Seth chuckled, "No matter, all races make friends... It comes from being humanoid." He said, chuckled.

No. That's wrong. I don't make friends with other humanoids. My trees and wind are all I need in life. I have my responsibilities and my trees. That's all...

Seth laughed, "And what am I, if not another part of nature? Technically, I am not alive, I am just a bit of solid Ice mist." He chuckled, and breathed, causing the scent of fresh Mountain Air to blow in her face, "I am just another part of Nature, Celest." He said, putting more Ice in the floor, causing it to look like a great forest. he condensed the Icicles together, to make them forever.

Non, non. Everything can be a part of nature. That's why. Just the trees, wind, and I. That's all I have and all I'll ever need...
*She glares at the icicle forest he creates and shatters it all, causing the ice to rain down and cut her in numerous places. She ignores the cuts and snarls something under her breath*

Seth sighed, and said, "And the reason for that... was?" His eyes flashed purple, and the Ice became what it was once more.

*Celest glares at him again shatters the ice once more, causing new cuts. She wipes the blod of of her cheek and flicks it in the air.*
I. Don't. Like. Ice. Especially masquerading as my trees...

Seth looked at her, and put it back again, "I. Like. Ice. especially when it is used for art." He growled back.